[center][color=wheat][h1][b]Jejomar Salinas[/b][/h1][/color]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/ulcmLsI.jpg[/img]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Apartment 3C
[b][u]Interacting with:[/u][/b] Echo [@ChaoticFox] via text[/center]

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Jejomar opened his eyes to stare at the blank white ceiling. Eyes unflinching, the only signs that he was even alive was the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He wasn't sad, he had gotten over that phase a few days ago. He was simply unthinking, devoid of thoughts and emotion. He hadn't had realised how such a thing could affect a man. He sighed deeply, a current of fresh air flowing through the window as he did so. His breakfast lay neglected along with his phone as it kept notifying him message after message. His room was quite minimalist, everything was tidy and clean, either a dark blue, black or white colour. As his eyes kept staring at the wall, as if willing it to move, his first sentence of the day came from the far reaches of his mind. "[color=wheat]It was your fault.[/color]" It was a few seconds before he recognised his voice and snorted. "[color=wheat]Keep saying that jackass. It was [i]your[/i] fault.[/color]" he replied with apathy before returning to silence. 

He was used to this, the silence. It was different today, as if something wanted to burst out of him. Something hurt but he couldn't care enough to do anything about it. He did what he always did. It ached now, the thing. It thumped, it bumped around. It felt... painful. No matter, he thought, it would go away. Like it always did, fade away into nothingness only to reappear the next day. He wasn't sad, he accepted it. So why did it hurt? He blinked sleepily before rolling off the bed, falling on the floor with a quiet thump.

Without as much as a grunt, he picked himself up from the floor and slowly headed to the bathroom. If anyone had called to him or even stepped into his line of sight, he wouldnt've given more than a grunt of acknowledgement. He shuffled into the white tiled room and closed the door behind him. He turned to look at the mirror, analysing himself. "[color=wheat]You are a mess.[/color]" He agreed with himself as he looked to the homeless-looking man in front of him. He hadn't showered in days, ate little and drank only enough to keep living. It wasn't like he wanted to, he just didn't feel like doing much. Especially after [b]that[/b]. He blinked again to wake himself up before turning the tap on and refreshing himself with cold water. He turned the tap off and looked back at himself. It was the same image as before, only difference was the face. Contorted with anger. 

"[color=wheat]It was your fault, Jay. It wasn't mine, I didn't do that to Ed. it was [i]you[/i].[/color]" He crossed his arms, glaring and snarling.

He sighed, as if expecting for this to happen. "[color=wheat]It wasn't my fault. I am you and you are me. Actually, you are more me than I am you. Don't lie to yourself. You are [i]disgusting[/i].[/color]" He recoiled, memories flooding as he stepped back a bit. He sank downwards on his knees, tears held back as he felt himself choking. The thing was pumping again, louder and fiercer. A headache formed, pounding and howling, emotions exploding in his head. Pain. All he thought was pain. As if a giant was crushing him, his lungs were being crushed. And then it stopped. He took a deep breath, a tear falling onto the cold tile. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. One hand clutched the place where his thing was, the other barely supporting him. He slowly stood, whoozy on his feet.

"[color=wheat]I am not you. I did not hurt Ed. You did. I am no monster. You and I are different. I am good. You are bad. And you shall feel pain.[/color]" He gasped once more as the sensation came back, everything flooding back once more. Strong. Powerful. Vengeful. Arguments and tears, shouting and neglect. Fists flew, teeth careening in the air, bruises and gashes forming. He fell, clutching his throat as blood trickling from his nose. And once more, it stopped. He coughed violently, blood splattering on the floor. "[color=wheat]I should be in control. You are weak, I am strong. This should be my body. I should be Jejomar.[/color]" He stood as he left, leaving him sobbing and crying. Soon he came to his senses as sympathy appeared in him. He's just getting it out of his system, he kept saying. He was just letting things out, he would be back to normal soon.

Jejomar mopped up the blood and wiped the tears away. Slowly dragging himself into his room, he slammed the door shut and reached for his phone. Skipping through, he paused on the latest message before smiling. Things would be back to normal now.

[center][color=wheat]To: [b]Echo[/b]
Hey. You interested in dinner tonight?[/color][/center]

He smiled to himself. Everything would be alright now. Nothing will ever go wrong. He heard a loud sound in the distance but dismissed it. No use in thinking of someone's misfortune. Everything was normal now.